I do my weekly shopping. While I grab my shopping cart, I see two impressive agents rushing into the store. I hesitate for a moment whether it is safe, but I can’t see them inside anymore. As I squat down for the apple syrup with the highest iron content, I overhear a conversation between two men next to me: “No, not mice again. I want sprinkles now. Then you can choose: milk or dark.” It will be purely for the cops.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of October 5, 2022
